#;sharky

[imdespondent-sans]

Flashback Final

….Where did it go wrong.

He could only stare numbly at the floor between his hands. All of his senses were dulled. He couldn't hear. Couldn't feel. Couldn't speak.

He was barely aware of the movement around him. Something told him he was being spoken to, but the words didn't come through. He was there physically. But his mind was not. It was back there.

How could one traverse through time. It was unlike anything they could of possibly imagined. It wasn't anything like shortcutting through alternate realities. He knew this already. But he hadn't been prepared for that. Not for that.

And his soul fell. Fell further than it had ever gone before. Something died inside him. The fire that once burned so bright was now nothing more than an ember. Buried in ashes of despair. And if he could of seen his eyes, he would of seen them darken. Almost vanishing against the blackness of his sockets.

He had f a i l e d.

He tried. He tried, so hard. He wanted to succeed. He wanted to do this so badly. They were so. Close.

And he failed them. He couldn't do it. He failed them a l l. This was suppose to be their answer. This was what would save them.

Now, he was even more broken than he already was. He was hanging onto but a single health point. 1 Hp. And he knew. He knew there would be no raising it. It was stuck there, permanently. But what did it matter.

He was weak. He had always been weak. Now he can parade it around like an official stamp. Showcase just how much of a f a i l u r e he really was.

He couldn't look at his father. He knew he was there. And he didn't dare see his face.

You were right, dad, he was thinking. You were always right.

He was a disappointment. He felt ashamed. Disgusted. But most of all, hopeless.

Because he knew he couldn't change it. After what he saw, he knew it'd be pointless to try.

So why even bother.

[imdespondent-sans]

☭ {THE FATHER}

Battle Intro:

“heh, what, you want to test your work..? okay, but don’t expect me to go easy on you just cause you’re old.”

Victory: 

“...wait, really? this is a trick, right?”

Half HP:

“no no, i’m fine, i can keep going. heh, you’re not having trouble keeping up, are you?”

Low HP:

“ngh... o-okay... maybe... maybe we can slow down, just a little bit? ...dad?” 

Defeat:

“don’t patronize me, i’m fiiiiiiine.”

Death: 

[He wouldn’t be able to utter a single word. He’d be so overwhelmed with shock it’d stay on his face till he eventually dusts.]

Assist: 

[Imagine the most antagonizing smirk that can either be serious/angry or almost playful depending on the situation.] “let’s raise some hell~”

Taunt: 

“what was that saying now? the bigger they are, the harder they fall? if i trip you, should i shout ‘timber’? wait, careful, don’t hit your head, heh heh.”

Reacting to Taunt: 

“oh HAH HAH very funny. you’re so clever.”

Flee: 

“see ya at home!”

Reacting to Flee:

“....” [Squinting] “this is a trick. it’s gotta be trick. he’s behind me right now isn’t he.”

Tie: 

“...that’s... unexpected... you know i was just kidding when i was calling you old, right?”

Perfect Victory: 

“....okay, now THIS has to be a trick. what’re you doing, dad? what’s wrong?”

Low HP Victory:

“i can’t... huff... i can’t actually... believe... i won..?” [WHEEZE] “holy shit..! i don’t know what came over me!”

Finishing Move: 

Let’s be honest, the fight would probably turn into a pun-off at the last round which then Sharky would start rhyming and see if his dad could actually keep up, and with the finishing verse, he’d have his blaster knock his dad over and pick him back up by the legs. 

[imdespondent-sans]

Flashback 4/??

“what do you mean no?”

The spikes on his back bristled beneath the jacket he wore. Again his hand was to his skull as the hidden ear piece crackled, and he heard the answer on the other end.

What was said only aggravated him further. His fangs gritted tighter and tighter against each other. His jaw as taut as a spring. His hand was almost shaking.

“didn't you hear a fucking thing i said?!” This time he did mean to snap. “he abuses his brother! he treats him poorly, humiliates him, punishes him, and that's just- if that's not good enough reason to catch him, then-”

The iced response on the other end stopped him speaking. And the cold spread through his bones. Chilling him unlike the snow surrounding him.

For a long while he didn't speak. His eyes had gone hollow; mouth set in a frown, and brows furrowed together.

“....fine.”

That was all he said. As cold and emotionless as the voice that spoke to him. And he cut off the line.

And he made sure he couldn't call back. He'll listen to the order. 'No capture'. Okay. Fine.

He won't.

- - - - -

“motherfucker!!!”

The skeleton struggled against the soul magic holding him in place. Red just like him. Similar jacket, too. In a lot of ways, they were a lot alike. In others, not so much.

Sans approached this lookalike of his. His steps casual. A single hand in a pocket, while his left was raised, glowing red to show the soul-hold. His right socket was empty while the left softly glowed, and it was this he was analyzing the other with.

He didn't react to this 'Sans' cursing and struggle. He was an alternate of his but all Sans saw was a disgrace. He was disgusted. In his book, this abomination deserved everything the others got. The ones Sans himself had helped his dad abduct.

So then why didn't he want to take this one. Was it because he looked like him? Did that really matter? Was Sans just a one-in-a-million, did it matter at all if he was them or not? Was he that easy to compare?

...Or. Maybe it was that these alternates were the better deal. And he was the disgrace.

The thought d i s g u s t e d him. Made him sick. Abruptly, he raised the alternate high in the air only to slam him back down to the ground hard.

The snow cushioned his fall, but dammit if Sans didn't ensure he felt that. He was stunned, but before he could properly recover himself, Sans' eye glowed brighter, angrier, and ten bones surrounded the other skeleton.

Now he looked scared. He stared at the sharp points directed at him. Not moving.

“w-what...” He started to shift away. “wh-what are you..?!”

“ɨ'ℓℓ $€€ ¥๏µ ɨɲ h€ℓℓ.”

The bones fell. Only a single, pained gasp escaped from the impaled skeleton.

It was overkill. Sure. The guy only had 1 Hp after all. But Sans didn't care. It didn't take him long to dust, and soon it was only a black jacket along with other articles of clothing that was blowing in the wind from their restraints. Sans finally lowered his hand, and with it, the bones disappeared. Dropping their 'captives' to the snow beneath.

He'll leave them there. Someone will come across it. And when they do, all they'd know was that this 'Sans' either pissed somebody off or just got really unlucky.

Heh.

He turned away from the scene. His job here was done.

[imdespondent-sans]

☭ tangerine :D

Battle Intro:

“heh, lets do this.”

Victory: 

“...is it over? okay, good, i was getting tired.”

Half HP:

“a little.. out of breath here, h-heh... but i’m not down yet.”

Low HP:

“o-okay there, pal, heh... maybe we should calm down a little?”

Defeat:

“okay w-we good..? we good. ow...”

Death: 

“...i c-can’t... go... sour apple... fuji... dad... i’m... i’m sorry...”

Assist: 

“need some help~?”

Taunt: 

“c’mon, pekoe, keep your eye on the- oh, right, heh heh.”

Reacting to Taunt: 

“...you cheeky asshole.”

Flee: 

“okay,” [Out of breath] “okay, wait..!” [Shortcuts out]

Reacting to Flee:

“...oh, good, i was about to do that.”

Tie: 

“i’m too lazy for this.”

Perfect Victory: 

“i mean... to be fair, i only have 1 hp.”

Low HP Victory:

[Very out of breath] “h-heh... talk about a close call. good job holding it out to the end.”

Finishing Move:

He’d keep him distracted but then trip him with a stray bone, and hover the rest over him. He wouldn’t strike, though, and just smirk and offer a hand to help him up. “give?”

[imdespondent-sans]

☭(Buddy~)

((I’m doing two versions for this one: one for ‘now’, and one from the past because there was actually almost an instant where Sharky was gonna fight Buddy with ill intent.))

Battle Intro:

~Now~ “if i win, i’m picking the movie this time. don’t worry, i’ll make sure it’s dork-appropriate.”

~Before~ “i warned you to stay away, ‘buddy’. i told you i’m not a good person.”

Victory: 

~Now~ “well that was fun. but maybe next time we’ll stick with monopoly. ....even though it’s a longass fucking game. what? nothing, nothing~”

~Before~ “that’s what i fucking thought. now either scram while you have the chance or dust here and now.”

Half HP:

~Now~ “heh, you might be small, but you sure do pack a wallop, eh?”

~Before~ “if you think i’m letting up just because of this, you’re wrong.”

Low HP:

~Now~ “g-goddamn... sh...shortcake..? b-buddy..? you’re being a l-little... h-heh... a little strong there...”

~Before~ “i-i’m not... going to stop! fight back or run!”

Defeat:

~Now~ [He just passes out and snores.]

~Before~ “hngh... well? don’t j-just stand there, finish it!”

Death: 

~Now~ “...h-heh... i guess... you were keeping your promise... huh?”

~Before~ [He’d stare passively at the sky/ceiling, before smiling ruefully.] “so what..? i’ll come back.” “...i always come back.”

Assist: 

~Now~ “okay, who’s ass am i kicking.”

~Before~ “don’t read into it. i’m only here because no one would shut up about it.”

Taunt: 

~Now~ “aww, you look cute jumping around like that~”

~Before~ “heh, you think you’re a challenge?”

Reacting to Taunt: 

~Now~ “...wait, you found my baby pictures?!”

~Before~ “shut up and fight.”

Flee: 

~Now~ “WAIT!” [Waits for Buddy to freeze, before catching him off guard with a skull-clack and then shortcutting the hell out.]

~Before~ [He wouldn’t flee.]

Reacting to Flee:

~Now~ “....i blinked and missed it.”

~Before~ “and don’t come back. ever.”

Tie: 

~Now~ “that’s fine with me, heh.”

~Before~ “......”

Perfect Victory: 

~Now~ “w-woah, i didn’t think i would- are you okay shortcake? you didn’t let your guard down on purpose, did you?”

~Before~ “what? did you actually believe i was going to go easy on you? heh, or did you think i wouldn’t have it in me to kill?”

Low HP Victory:

~Now~ “just gonna... lay down... and... uuuuuuugh...”

~Before~ [Difficult breathing] “you just... ngh... couldn’t stay down, could you? why were you fighting so hard anyway? you.... ughn... only have yourself... to b-blame...”

Finishing Move:

~Now~ He’d wait for Buddy to come in for a close up attack just to sidestep and then glomp him from behind. After that he’ll just keep him trapped in his arms.

~Before~ He’d soul magic Buddy to the ground, and press his foot to his chest to keep him there. And as he looms over him, he’d summon a few bones slowly, poised right over him and dangerously close. Looking him right in the eye all the while. “you should of stayed away.”

[imdespondent-sans]

☭

Battle Intro:

“look, i’m too lazy for this, how about a game of rock-paper-scissors instead?”

Victory: 

“you coulda picked rock-paper-scissors bro.”

Half HP:

“whew, getting a little tough, but just because i’m lazy doesn’t mean i’m just gonna let you win, heh heh.”

Low HP:

“g-geez. f-fuji..? maybe pull back a little, yeah?”

Defeat:

"not. a single. word.”

Death: 

“......b...bro..? this wasn’t... it was an a...accident... right..?”

Assist: 

“i got your back, bro.”

Taunt: 

“i could just squish you under my shoe and win.”

Reacting to Taunt: 

“i should wash that mouth of yours with soap once we’re done.”

Flee: 

“you’ve forced me to use my secret weapon. are you ready?” *Shortcuts*

Reacting to Flee:

“running away already? heh, don’t interrupt my naps next time.”

Tie: 

“okay but i’m still taller than you.”

Perfect Victory: 

“someone got a little cocky, didn’t they? heh heh.”

Low HP Victory:

“man... your name should be ‘fighty’ instead of ‘felly’, h-heh heh...”

Finishing Move:

He’d summon one of his blasters and have it ‘sit’ on Felly, keeping him pinned to the ground and leaning up against it casual-like until he admits defeat.

[imdespondent-sans]

☭ 8>c

Battle Intro:

“ayyyyyyy!”

Victory: 

“ayyyyyyyyyyy!”

Half HP:

“w-woah... yeah, i’m okay, just... might be pushing it a little...”

Low HP:

“f-fucking hell..! m-moldy..? you alright there pal..?”

Defeat:

“h-heh... okay... you won... can we stop now..?”

Death: 

“...moldy..? why..?”

Assist: 

“c’mon, let’s beat the living hell out of ‘em.”

Taunt: 

“over here. nope, over here. now i’m this way~”

Reacting to Taunt: 

“was that your best material? psh~ ...cause it was actually pretty clever.”

Flee: 

“nope, i’m outtie. peace.”

Reacting to Flee:

“oh... uh... yay..?”

Tie: 

“works for me.”

Perfect Victory: 

“....something isn’t right here.”

Low HP Victory:

“m-man... you sure know how to put up a fight, huh?”

Finishing Move:

In a loud, deep voice: “FINISH HIM!”, before gently bonking him with multiple bones while he’s soul magicked to the ground.